As I walked home last nightI saw a lone fox dancingIn the cold moonlight.

I stood and watched. ThenTook the low road, knowingThe night was his by right.

Sometimes, when words ring true,I'm like a lone fox dancingIn the morning dew.

IT ISN'T TIME THAT'S PASSING

Remember the long ago when we lay togetherIn a pain of tenderness and countedOur dreams: long summer afternoonsWhen the whistling-thrush releasedA deep sweet secret on the trembling air;Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,Black rose in the long ago summer,This was your song:It isn't time that's passing by,It is you and I.

LOVERS OBSERVED

Lovers lie drowsy in the grass,Sunk in bracken, swimming in poolsOf late afternoon sunshine;All agitation past, they stay totallyAbsorbed in grass.

Green grass, and growing from that placeA sweep of languid arm still bareBut for a lost ladybird.Anonymous lover brushes a dragonFly from his face.

Brief thunder blossoms in the air,A leaf between the thighs is caughtAnd crushed. Love comes like a thief,Crouching among the bruised and broken clover.All flesh in grass.

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If mice could roarAnd elephants soarAnd trees grow up in the sky;If tigers could dineOn biscuits and wine,And the fattest of men could fly!If pebbles could singAnd bells never ringAnd teachers were lost in the post;If a tortoise could runAnd losses be won,And bullies be buttered on toast;If a song brought a shower,And a gun grew a flower,This world would be nicer than most!

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This little spider,His name is Paul;He loves to crawl all over my wall.

This little spider,His name is Bhim;His legs are quite long,But he doesn't swim.

Here's a third spider,Her name is Sue;And if she gets hungry,She'll eat those two!